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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year

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Ash Williams With An Injured S/O Would Include...

Request: Old Ash Williams headcanons where his s/o gets hurt please? Thank you!

Of course my lovely, hopefully these are okay! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries, guns, blood, trauma, and some swearing!

(I do not own the Evil Dead or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @theghostbeaters.)

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Ashley J. Williams knew something was wrong straight away.

It wasn’t due to the unnatural stillness of the cabin he had so long ago grew to detest and yet think of as the only real home he has yet. Nor was it due to the cold mist that seemed to wrap around his legs when he pushed open the bedroom door his sister had once sat in so many years ago, peering in uncertainly with the butt of his gun. Neither was it the cracked surfaces that seemed to smile wretchedly back at him with grinning shards, the grimy pools of muck on the floor that seemed to flicker with strange wisps of figures behind Ashley’s head as he walked forwards tentatively. No, it was the fact that his heart had suddenly turned heavy. Not in a ‘I have to deal with this pile or horse shit again and I’m sick of being the world’s saviour’ kind of way - that was more of a hole revving its way through the pit of his stomach kind of feeling. This was something more. Something far worse. It was as something had finally latched on and tethered itself to his heart, and now it was being tugged.

It was the most pain he had ever been in; it was a love finally come to level him, and Ash wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it if it tried to steal away his heart too.

Sadly, he wasn’t too surprised to see you run past the outline of the doorway, giggling as you went scurrying down the vacuous hall. Your sing-songy voice followed, each gargled word enunciated sending another shooting pain through his chest. ‘Another one bites the dust, Ashy Slashy. Another lover goooone.’ As he followed your sick, twisted laughter with pounding boots over the floorboards, I swear, you’ve never seen a fury like it.

When he finally reaches the main room again and spots you splayed out on the floor, a Deadite leering over you, let’s just put it bluntly. Ash Williams freaks the fuck out. The blood pooling out and seeping down the cracks in the floor: the ashen, sunken eyes of the demon slipping across it to taunt you, the gasp of annoyance that escapes you as you desperately try to hold your hand over the gushing wound at your side?? Ash just becomes twenty five again.

Not gonna lie, at first he panics. For about ten seconds, which seem to stretch out for an eternity, he feels himself hyperventilating as he moves backwards to hit the wall. As soon as his back touches timber, his face drops morosely as he becomes that scared, gangly young man just trying to enjoy a few days away with his friends. With each new gargle from the Deadite, he can feel the weight of that axe in his hand grow heavier and heavier, until he’s moving to drop it and realising there’s nothing there.

He can hear it - he can hear it - that laugh. His sister. The basement. That damn laugh. You’re busy trying to sit up now, sliding backwards across the room and towards the trap door. As you sit there, reaching side ways for a piece of glass from the shattered mirror that used to rest over the fireplace, the manic emptiness in your eyes just reminds him of Linda.

He can’t do this again. He cannot do this again. His fingers spread out against the walls, and he chokes out another breath. He’s trembling. He can’t.

It takes a moment for him to come back round to himself, and a further one for ‘Saviour Ash’ to kick start again. And then he begins to see red cloud his vision. It’s not even like the first time round - when he was scared and alone, but deep down didn’t really care if he lived or died. He just wanted it to end, for the nightmarish hell he’d found himself entrapped within to be over. But with you here now, oh god, with you, he was going to burn down this cabin down splintered timber piece by piece if it meant even dreaming of the chance to keep you alive.

All you can hear is the ringing boom of gun shots, a few rancid screams, and the rev of an overheating chainsaw as you try to fight against unconsciousness. Warm blood splashes over your legs as you try to clamber up the side of the wall, pretending not to notice that the hatch underneath your feet is starting to crash and shake and groan against the weight of the chained lock.

It all becomes a blur from there on. You manage to smash your foot down, with some conceivable effort, onto the elongated neck of whatever new party trick was trying to crawl out from the cellar steps. You can hear Ash yelling in anger, making out through the flutter of your eyelids the way the paintings are flying up dust as they spin across the walls, laughing at Ash’s failure once again.

Before you collapse, you feel the strong arms of Ash quickly grab onto your shoulders and gently slow your fall, pulling you up towards his heaving chest. Because his joints are so sore, and his shoulders a bit our of whack after all the years of killing Deadites mixed with lifting heavy boxes at S-Mart, it takes a little longer than he’d like to strap you up in his arms and carry you out. But by gosh, does some version of his younger self come bursting out in a hot fury, not allowing himself to make the same mistakes - that caring, scared, protective, brave, young soul comes bursting through the façade as he cradles you in his arms and lifts you up until you’re resting bridle style against his pecs. The determination, yet the pure terror lines his face as he manages to kick the front door nearly straight off its hinges, making sure not to slip as he jogs down the porch steps.

If you had been more lucid, you would have tried to crack a joke about how he was your ‘strapping knight in shining armour coming to the rescue.’ But his breathing was that harsh, and his brow that wrinkled with both old and new stress lines, that you just let him hold you that little bit tighter as he ran towards the Delta. It wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t the right Ash for it.

With some final burst of strength, Ash manages to bundle you into the passenger side of the car, seemingly all jokey jokey and cool and collected as he lifts your feet and tucks them up past the door handle. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t give less of a shit about whether the Delta would be stained. He was too busy trying to keep busy, running around to the other side and stretching past the steering wheel to lift up the edge of your shirt and pretend he knows what he was doing when he pokes at your wound.

I mean, a small part of him does: the man did saw off his own hand before and managed to survive it. The problem is, his hand is shaking too much, and even you can see through the veil of tiredness that seems to be settling over your head that despite his lips moving to say that you’re ‘looking just fine stretched over the seat like that’, he can’t meet your eye dead on. He keeps flicking to the tree line, or down to his hand, or guilty over the blood that’s beginning to stain his fingertips.

Even worse, you can hear the crack in his voice when he tells you that using his bandages will cost you ten dollars extra.

He apologies genuinely when he sticks some gauze against the wound to try and stem the bleeding as best he can. He’s been through this before, and knows the agonising pain it brings, and it’s killing him that he’s managed to rope the best thing he’s ever had in his life back into the same circle of suffering. He knew better. He knew better. And here you both were, and it was all his fault. Just because he was Ashley Williams. And it just all broke his heart. That he was too broken, too stupid, too him to ever give you the life he had dreamt off back in his bedroom all those years ago, when life still felt worth living.

The last thing you feel before he grabs his jacket from the back seat and tries his best to settle it around your shoulders is the feel of his lips brush hesitantly against yours. It wasn’t the act itself that was unusual, but it was the way his bottom lip shook, and how fragile - how inexperienced they felt. You swore that if you couldn’t hear his foot hit the pedal to rev the engine, and the sound of him still talking shit as he reversed out back into the woodland, you would have seen him. You would have opened your eyes, blinked through the halo of warm light, and made out the blurry outline of a recently shaved, whiskey mop of brown hair, angelic looking smile of one young Ashley J. Williams.

And it just broke your heart too.

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ghostwoe · 8 months

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evildeadism · 7 months

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deadite 101

ash williams x f!reader

word count: 4.4k plot: reader is home alone whilst ash is at work, the night takes a turn when she is attacked by a deadite. ash comes home and fears the worst. (intended to be post aod ash but can be imagined as any era tbh!) warnings: canon typical violence and gore, descriptions of injury, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of nsfw and nsfw jokes, fluff, soft! ash, mentions of getting high, use of petnames (its ash, what do you expect)

a/n: ash williams is my fave fictional character ever yall, like the love i have for that man is insane...anyways! hope the like 10 evil dead enjoyers on this app like this!!!

You had said goodbye to Ash in the late hours of the afternoon just before he had left for his evening shift at S-Mart. It was just like every other day, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine after moving in together.

Ash would work shifts at S-Mart, you would also work and the moments spent together were nothing short of bliss. Getting high at night together whilst spinning a record and the weekend lay-ins after spending the morning fucking each other was also rather heavenly. Date nights were a movie, or maybe a trip to the bar and it would normally end up with the two of you hot and heavy in the back of the delta, which would often continue in your shared bedroom at the apartment.

It may not have been a lot for some people, but for you and Ash? It was perfect. You were happy, he was happy. It was heavenly. Except, of course, for that night.

The apartment building was illuminated by dim lights as you read quietly, the wind howling outside, a few raindrops hitting the window every now and then. Quickly you threw a glance at the clock on the wall. It was 10pm, Ash would be back at any moment.

Settling your eyes back to the book, you nestled into the warm blanket that had bundled you up on the sofa, a small sigh of content slipped past your lips as you slowly sipped on the wine you had in your hand. It was the kind of cozy October nights you’d see in the movies and you couldn’t wait for Ash to get home to share the tranquil scene with him.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment.

“Ash, I’m in here!” You called out without looking up, turning the page of your book.

Silence.

That was strange. He can usually never shut up when he first comes home from work, or ever for that matter.

“Ash?” You called out again.

Still no answer.

You were quiet for a moment, listening for any sign of Ash or any kind of movement. But there was nothing, the apartment was still. Eerily still.

Your eyebrows furrowed, slowly placing the book down on the coffee table beside you. An unsettling feeling pooled into your stomach. Pulling off the blanket covers, wine glass still in hand, you peered down the hallway directly at the front door. It was wide open. The light in the hallway outside of your apartment flickered erratically, but there was no one in the doorway.

Your mouth dried as you licked your lips. “Ash, I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will kill you” You called out again.

Silence.

Growing tired of this ridiculousness you marched to the door and slammed it shut. There was still no Ash to be seen anywhere.

“Fuck” You whispered, facing the door. The gravity of the situation hitting you all at once. Ash always begged you, practically drilled it into you to keep the door and windows locked at all times after what had happened to him at the cabin. And so you did, but you weren’t quite as careful as he was.

You hadn’t experienced what he had, didn’t have the upper hand of witnessing just how fucked up the dead could be. And of course you believed what he said had happened to him was the actual truth, his recurring nightmares, lack of a right hand and the look in his eyes as he very rarely recalled it was anything but fake.

But that was his experience not yours.

You reassured him time and time again that you were safe and always locked the doors but as time went on you had gotten sloppier, doubting the danger your boyfriend warned you of. Like tonight.

You had forgotten to lock the door after he left. And now there was someone in your house. You doubted that the villains Ash faced in that cabin those years ago were in your home but regardless, someone or something was.

The floorboards behind you squeaked ever so slightly, pulling you back to the present. At the sound your tear pricked eyes widened in horror as your breath became heavier and heavier by the second. Despite your brain screaming at you not to, slowly, oh so slowly you turned around.

A million things rushed through your mind, a murderer, thief and somewhere desperately in your mind you had hoped this was Ash pulling a stupid prank on you. But what you came face to face with was more horrifying than anything even the twisted of minds could’ve comprehended.

The person. No. Creature, in front of you looked like nothing short of a nightmare. Clothes ripped up and covered in dirt and blood, skin a pale and sickly gray peeling off and decaying in spots of blood and body matter, and the eyes? Oh the eyes, a terrifying striking white that pierced straight into you, through you. The wine glass you were holding fell through your now clammy and shaky hands, shattering into tiny pieces on the floor with a loud smash.

The, what once was a man, grinned slowly, baring its rotten and blood stained teeth. You tried to step back but your back met the door with a dull thud. A slight whimper escaped as you realized there was no clear way of escaping, not without a fight.

“No, Ashy slashy here to protect you” It spoke in a horrifyingly deep and monstrous tone, tilting its head at you, that terrifying grin still sporting its face.

Upon his words, your instincts finally kicked in, coming out of the paralysis that had held you still for so long and you instantly bolted to the left and into the kitchen, eyes immediately settling on the knife holder.

Always find a weapon first Ash had said to you once before, while giving you a cautionary 101 on killing a deadite This thing is not human, it is hardly gonna go down with just a kick in the nuts. You stretched your arm out leaping for the biggest butcher knife, fingers merely brushing the handle but the deadite was fast, too fast. A hand snaked around your calf and yanked you down with strength, your body slamming into the floor bringing the knives down with you, a large clatter to the floor. Without looking back you tried to reach for the knife closest to you on the ground but your leg was yanked harder, pulling you away from your only source of a weapon “No!” You cried out in fear.

Another hand sneaked around your other calf and the thing started to pull harder, pulling your body towards him. You screamed in terror. Panic swarming your brain, vision going foggy.

Was this it? You thought to yourself. A death so quick and so painful. Leaving your corpse here for Ash to find, another loss left for him to mourn as if his sister, ex-girlfriend and friends weren’t enough. Now at some point, you’re probably gonna go into panic mode, you won’t be able to see, hear or even think about anything except for the inevitable gruesome death that awaits you. Well, good news! Death is only inevitable if you let it be inevitable. Are you gonna go out without a fight? No! Well, maybe if you’re a pussy but if you’re anything like me, you’ll clear your head and there’ll only be one thing on your mind. Survival.

With a grunt and new found resolve you started to squirm out of its grasp fighting against its hold on you, arms reaching for the butcher knife. The deadite struggled against you as you heaved and writhed, slowly and slowly inching closer to your prize. Suddenly the deadite let go of your legs, without looking back or checking to see what it was doing you surged toward the knife until you felt something heavy on your back. With horror you realized, the deadite was crawling on top of you.

Paralyzed by fear, you stopped struggling and involuntarily started to hold your breath. Everything was a painful quiet except for the deadites' ragged breathing coming closer and closer. Does it even breathe? You thought to yourself but the thought quickly died as you felt its torso press into your back, its face slowly entering your peripheral vision, mere inches away from your face, so much so you could smell the dank repugnant smell of death and rotting rolling off of the corpse.

Slowly, as if not to disturb the deadite, you wiggled your fingers in search of the knife. Finally you brushed the handle and let out a breath of relief and victory but just as your hand gripped it, a much larger hand came down on your wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction. An ear piercing scream tore through you as waves of shock ebbed through your wrist, the deadites firm grasp still on your now limp hand as it laughed wickedly in your ear.

You shut your eyes in fear and whimpered quietly, tears rolling down your face. The deadite will corner you into a difficult position, but you can use this to your advantage, there is always a way out and if the deadite thinks it has you, its guard will be low. Now is the time to lay a blow to the sucker.

“Don’t cry, we’re just getting started'' It growled in your ear in that gravelly monstrous voice, followed by a low chuckle that sounded like the hordes of hell opening up. Gritting your teeth you prepared yourself for your attack, a guttural roar escaping you as you quickly lifted yourself up, using your working wrist and the limited body strength you had left and smacked your head into its chin.

It let go of its grasp on you and instantly your working hand grabbed the knife, you leapt to your feet, turning around to face the deadite that was staring you down, teeth bared angrily. It was pissed. But so were you.

There's only so much cat and mouse you can take before the anger starts, and that is when you know you have a fighting chance. “Let’s go, fucker” You spat at it, the monster grinned, evidently entertained by your new found courage. With an angry scream you charged at the deadite with the knife in hand. Instantly it caught you by the throat and started to squeeze, your eyes bulged out of your head in shock, desperate for breath and head turning lighter and lighter by the second.

Your vision was starting to dip and your body started to feel like it was melting away before in the corner of your eye you saw the glimmer of the knife. You looked back at the deadite with wild eyes and rammed the knife through the wrist that was held up to your throat. It screeched in response and finally dropped your neck, stumbling back.

Taking deep panicky gulps of breath, grateful to drink in the air you looked up cautiously at the deadite. Your hand ghosted over the throbbing on your neck, it was bound to be bruised soon. The deadite still had the knife embedded in its arm as it peered at you and a chill ran down your spine. In doubt, run.

You broke out into a sprint, eyes locking on the door but the deadite caught up, grabbing you forcefully by the hair and pulling you back, making you shriek in agony. It grabbed your waist and with a mighty strength, threw you down onto the shards of the broken wine glass scattered by the door. Glass shards pierced into your hands and arms catching your already injured wrist, scratching your cheek leaving a trail of crimson blood dripping down your face.

Groaning in pain you slowly shifted your body to turn around, the deadite loomed above you pulling the knife out of its arm with a sickly squelch and throwing it to the side with a heavy clang. Hand feeling around the sharp glass, body tired and in an excruciating pain you looked up with weary eyes. The deadite lunged forward.

Remember, ANYTHING can be a weapon. In one swift movement you grabbed a large shard of glass and rammed it into its neck. You grabbed another shard of glass and plunged it into its right eye. With a high pitched scream it backed away slowly, howling in pain.

Weakly, you stood up with a wince. Stumbling towards the countertop you grabbed a heavy wooden chopping board and stalked towards the deadite and with a battle cry, in one fellow swoop, knocked its head so hard, you were almost positive its head would roll off. The crack of its neck reverberated in the apartment and with a thud, its body fell to the floor motionless.

You stared down at the seemingly dead corpse, panting heavily. This one is important, trust me, the dead can play dead pretty well. You have to completely destroy the corpse, to pieces. You smashed the cutting board into the deadite again, and again, until if it wasn't for the slight remnant of a face, it didn’t even look like a body anymore.

Finally happy with your work you dropped the board onto the floor with a thick bang. You walked backwards and cradled your aching wrist, weary wide eyes never leaving the monster in front of you. And that, baby, is how you kill a deadite.

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Even before Ash had entered the apartment he knew something was up, he always knew when it came to the deadites, of course that didn’t mean he had quite expected the scene that layed in front of him.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the deadite corpse lying in the hallway. He instantly rushed in, but the sound of something crunching under his shoes drew him to a halt. Confused, he looked down to find shards of glass covered in blood. Dropping his stuff right there and then he looked around the apartment frantically calling out your name. Stepping carefully around the deadite and inspecting the mush that was once a body, “Definitely dead” Ash murmured, his eyes fell on the discarded knife just a few feet away from the corpse, he swiftly picked it up, just in case. Ash called out your name again.

“Ash?” A voice quietly responded.

Ash whipped around, to find you huddled in the corner. Resisting the urge to rush over to you immediately, Ash slowly crept towards the corner you had hidden yourself in, he knew all too well that if that deadite was truly dead then there was a chance the kandarian demon had now possessed you. Despite his mind screaming to make sure you were okay, first, he had to make sure you were really, well, you.

He couldn’t quite see your face due to the dim lighting of the apartment, and the corner you had crept into was particularly dark. He very quietly said your name, slowly advancing. Finally you looked up. Your face, though streaked with blood and tears, was yours. Ash let out a breath of relief, quickly dropping the knife and instantly running to your side. Slowly he sank to your height

You looked up at him with wide eyes, full of relief. “Ash, thank god” You breathed. His eyes frantically scanned you looking for any injuries, they widened when finding your bent wrist, carefully he took hold of it and moved it towards him. You whimpered in pain. “Shh, shh, it’s okay” He said. “You’re safe”

Continuing his scan he found numerous cuts along your arms, some even with shards of glass nestled deeply into the wound. “You need to go to the hospital, baby”

“Ash,” You hoarsely whispered.

“Can you get up?”

“Ash-”

“These could get infected, we should go now”

“Ash!” You sharply called, finally gaining his attention. Ash looked up at you, eyes falling on your face, his gaze softened.

“Fuck,” He sighed, eyes tracing the cut on your face, his non-metal hand softly came up to your cheek, you nestled into his hand beyond relieved to feel his touch, to finally feel safe.

You swallowed dryly, casting your gaze behind your lover, and onto the dishevelled corpse “Is it…gone?”

Ash gently pulled your cheek back to face him, looking away from the deadite. “Yeah, It’s gone”

He sighed heavily, casting another glance behind him at the corpse. “How did it get in here?” He frantically asked. "I mean the door is always locked” Ash shook his head in confusion, turning back to you.

You looked down guiltily and gulped slowly. Fuck your throat still hurt from the deathgrip the deadite had on your neck.

Ash’s eyes narrowed at you. “The door was locked, right?”

You remained quiet, still refusing to meet his eyes. He said your name slowly, “Tell me you locked the door."

You bit your lip. “Ash, liste-”

He scoffed in disbelief, cutting you off, hand pulling away from your cheek. “You’ve gotta be shitting me”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes, instantly missing his touch on your skin.

“Why do you think I always say that crap? For fun?” He angrily asked, hand rubbing his eyes in frustration. “I say it so shit like this doesn’t happen!”

His voice grew louder and you flinched instinctively. Ash bit his tongue and shook his head regretfully. Both his hands took yours, carefully and gently held your broken wrist. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“I know, it's okay, I’m just jumpy” You said, cutting him off. “Every time I close my eyes or hear a slight noise I just think that thing is gonna come back and finish the job”

“It’s not gonna come back” He reassured you confidently.

You gave him a faint and tired smile while nodding. “You’re right anyways, I should’ve locked the door I just never y’know expected...” Your sentence died on your tongue you couldn’t even will the words out.

“I know” He responded, giving you that knowing look because of course he knew what it felt like. You looked into those brown doe eyes you had grown to love and find comfort in and felt your lip wobble ever so slightly, tears pricking at your eyes, you cast your gaze back down, not wanting to break and burst into tears.

But the tears were strong and a quiet sob escaped you.

“Hey, come on look at me” Ash said head bobbing to try and catch your eyes. You timidly looked up, and Ash swiped a tear away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You lifted an eyebrow at his words. “Yeah” He chuckled. “It’s a stupid question, I know” He threw his gaze behind him to the still deadite.

A faint smile played on his lip as he looked back at you. “You beat the crap out of it though”

You smiled back, sniffing ever so slightly. “Had a good teacher, I remembered all those tips”

“Damn right you did, What did you beat it with anyways?”

“A chopping board” You responded

He let out another amused chuckle. “That ought to do it”

“Well, I seem to remember someone telling me anything is a weapon”

Ash nodded proudly, “Atta girl”

You blushed softly at the endearment. Ash gave you a knowing smile, thumb slowly drawing circles on your skin. “It did, however, beat the crap out of you and there's no shame in that, I mean hey, I lost my hand to those bastards. But we need to go to the hospital”

You nodded. “I know can we, please, just sit a little, I just need a second”

He nodded timidly as the two of you sat, hands intertwined. “Hey, on the bright side I don’t seem so batshit crazy now do I?” Ash shrugged in a joking tone.

You let out a small laugh. “Ash, I’ll always think your crazy”

Ash smiled in response and the apartment fell silent again, another chill drawing down your spine. The stillness of the apartment was unsettling after the attack and you felt your heartbeat start to speed up, you needed to distract yourself before you had a full blown panic attack. You cleared your throat ever so slightly, “So, those things, that’s what you fought off back in the cabin?”

“Yeah,” Ash’s smile faltered ever so slightly.

You considered him for a moment and shook your head. “Just one of those fuckers nearly finished me off and yet you fought god knows how many and survived”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag but I am the king, sugar” Ash responded, a smug smirk appearing on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You always knew Ash was strong, I mean physically of course he was built particularly well and from what he had told you he was a fucking god when it came to combat. But this put it in proportion, to have survived that many of those things takes something truly incredible in a person.

People would probably describe Ash as lucky for what he survived and he would most likely grunt in response and say some crap like, “Lucky? That’s one way of putting it”. Because it wasn’t luck to have lost his sister, his girlfriend and his friends all in one night. To have to live with the memory of their gruesome deaths, no, there was nothing lucky about that. Ash would never admit it because it made him feel weak but at the end of the day he was a victim and a survivor, and if survivors guilt was personified it would be personified in Ashley fucking Williams.

You peered at him slowly. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, I mean, I know I’ve said it before but now that I..” Your sentence trailed off your mind still unable to process what had just happened. “You have no idea how glad and lucky I am to have met you, let alone be with you” You spoke quietly. “How glad I am that you lived, and that you’re here, with me”

Ash was never very good at being in touch with his emotions and you knew that but that didn’t mean he was immune to them, and you hadn’t noticed the slight shimmer in his eyes and the gulp of breath he took in. He blinked slowly for a while, and for one of the first times in his life he was speechless, you had hit something buried in the deep crevices of his mind and my god, did it feel strangely good. Quickly trying to recover himself he plastered on that obnoxious smirk that didn’t quite erase the gentle look in his eyes. “Hey, me too babe”

Awkwardly coughing, Ash’s eyes flickered down to your neck and his smirk dropped, jaw flexing and eyes widening again “Hey, what the fuck happened to your neck?”

Your hand flew out of his and instinctively brushed the stinging skin, you winced in pain.

“No, no” Ash pulled your hand away from your neck, taking soft grasp of it again, his eyes still focused on the blue-purple bruise forming across your neck. “Don’t touch it”

“Is it bad?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, panic rising.

Ash scoffed. “Uh, Yeah it’s bad, babe”. Noticing your worried face, he cleared his throat. “Nothing that won’t heal though, Uh don’t worry, just you know I wouldn’t recommend doing anything too strenuous with your throat”

You chuckled quietly. “Sorry, Ash, no blowjobs for a while”

Ash smiled at you but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You cocked your head ever so slightly at him, a dirty joke that he didn't laugh at? Something was definitely up with him.

You watched him, the way his gaze lingered on your throat and wrist, the look in his eyes, it was the same look he had whenever he spoke about the cabin or his friends, his sister. You cleared your throat but the sensation made your already sore neck sting a little. “Ash, you know I’m gonna be okay, right?”

Ash lowered his head ever so slightly, ducking so he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I should have been here”

“Hey, come on that’s not fair to yourself”

He shook his head quietly.

“I mean I was the one who forgot to lock the door, you know, you were at work, as you should have been” You explained softly, his head remained hung.

“Ash, look at me” He reluctantly looked up, a tired look in his eyes. You tugged on his hand ever so slightly. “This is not the cabin, this is not your fault”

He blinked quickly, that strange sensation from earlier coming back. Ash’s thumb swept over your hand again as the two of you peered at each other. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ash finally stood up, offering you a hand. “Right, come on my little deadite slayer, you gotta go to the hospital”

You wanted to protest, not wanting to move at all but you knew he was right. Putting your non-injured hand in his he pulled you up, all the pain rushed through your body and you let out a cry. “Woah, come on, sugar, I got you” Ash reassured, an arm hooking around your waist so you could lean in to him as the two of you started to stumble to the door.

Ash came to a halt just as the two of you reached the deadite corpse. You looked up at him quizzically and he looked back at you softly as he nervously licked his lips. “You know that I-” He cleared his throat. “That I, well-”

Ash always struggled to say I love you, but you knew.

“Yeah, I know” A big smile erupted on your face. “Me too”

Ash nervously let out a huff of air before planting a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled to yourself before the two of you continued towards the door, carefully stepping over the deadite mess.

“Y’know for future reference, the shotguns in the closet” He said.

“And you couldn't have told me that while you were giving me one of your ‘deadite 101’ lectures?”

“Now that would’ve made it to too easy for you”

You rolled your eyes playfully, as he opened the door and gently guided you through. The door shut, leaving the horror of the night behind. Ash pulled you back into him, leaning against his chest, the two of you stumbling down the hall.

“So,” You cleared your throat, “When do I get to use the chainsaw?”

“Oh you’re not ready for that yet, kid”

#ash williams #evil dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash williams x reader #slashers x reader #the evil dead #ashley williams #ash vs evil dead #horror #ash williams imagine #80s horror #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher community

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pretty-little-whorror · 3 months

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Hi! Not sure if you’re really active on here but have would you ever write little blurbs or tiny pieces?? If so would you do one with post AoD/pre AvED Ash hooking up with the reader in the bathroom or in his car after meeting in a bar or something? If not you can just ignore this lol 😅

-🪽anon

Omg yeah my ass is on here my posting is just as consistent as gas prices. But I needed a flame under my ass to get me writing lmfao.

And of course a very happy Ash Wednesday for my girlies who celebrate

“Ah, shit” You cursed as your head knocked against the hard metal of the backside door. Ash chuckled above you as he helped you get situated in the backseat of his Delta.

“Oh c’mon baby, leave the cussin’ for the main event, huh?” He positioned himself over you, with one knee between your legs and his arms caging you on either side. You smiled back at him, shimmying down to prevent yourself from hitting your head again.

You ran your hands over the waffled texture of his Henley, your fingers playing with the undone buttons that previewed his sculpted chest. When he had been chatting you up in the bar, you hadn’t pinned him for a gym rat, but by no means were you complaining. He brought his lips down to yours and you felt the warmth of his left hand creep up your shirt; a stark contrast to the metallic cold of his right as he bunched your skirt above your hips to your waist. You gasped as you felt him cup your pussy over your panties, the thin fabric doing nothing to aide you from the sudden cool.

He leaned back to take a better look at what was hidden under your skirt, he smirked as he moved his dominant hand to play with the lace trim of your underwear. “A skirt that tiny and panties like this. Your lucky you found me so you could get the fucking you were looking for tonight baby.” His fingers slipped underneath the skimpy fabric, dancing over your clit before circling your doused entrance.

“Mhm,” He mused, running his fingers in feather-light movements over your core. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you got, sugar.”

“Fuck….” You sighed, being more careful as to not hit your head again. Ash’s lips traveled from your neck, to you chest down her stomach until he landed above your cunt

With a satisfied smile, he pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it gently before circling around it with increasing precision. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

He dove his tongue deeper, exploring every fold, crease and detail of your sex. He relished in the your taste and his movements became more determined.

As his tongue continued to lap at your pussy, his fingers moved back down to your entrance, sliding inside you and curling against just the right spot. The dual stimulation sent warm waves of pleasure throughout your increasingly needy body. You let out a needy whine as your hips involuntarily bucked up towards his face.

Ash groaned, relishing in your mewling and desperate movements; a sign he was doing everything right, not that he ever had any doubt he was doing anything wrong.

He increased the pressure of his tongue against your clit and changed the rhythm of his fingers to match, pushing deeper into you.

Your grip in his hair tightened as a welcome and familiar coil wound up in your core.

“Fucking hell, Ash”

You felt his mouth curl into a smile against your wet cunt in reaction to your whining. He gave one last kiss against your swollen clit before he made his way back up. Your mouth quickly found his again as you kissed him sloppily and desperately; your arms snaking around his neck and your nails gently digging into his back.

#okay all done i’m tired now #sorry but not really #ash williams #evil dead #bruce campbell #horror #ash vs evil dead #army of darkness #80s horror #ashy slashy #evil dead 2 #the evil dead #smut #drabble #imagine #one shot

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explorerof-theunknown · 9 months

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we got, at maximum, 30 seconds of the sexiest fit ever, the idea of the coolest possible place you could put this guy, and then credits it’s all over. diabolical; evil, if you will.

#ash williams #ash vs evil dead #evil dead #bruce campbell #seething with rage #drowning with want #imagine like. cyborg deadites #or some other crazy fucked up shit that we won’t see #at least in live action

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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ash williams + overstim with sub reader?

OOO ANOTHER ASH REQUEST <3

ash williams + overstimulation with submissive!reader (nsfw under cut)

"Doing so good for me, you're perfect, angel," Ash praises you as you come for what must be the fifth time that night. He doesn't relent, however, keeping his hands working, you're almost cursing how skilled he is at toying with your body.

Ash doesn't even care about his own pleasure right now; he's still partially clothed, and despite your pretty plea to touch him, he wanted to make tonight all about you. He wouldn't lie and say it didn't excite him in the process - there's a wet stain in his boxers where he's leaked precum at the sight of your writhing body and the sounds you're making for Ash and only Ash.

You're glowing, coated in a layer of sweat from the exertion, and he's never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He could watch this for hours, and he plans to.

"Just like that, look at you, pretty thing, you've done so well, don't stop now," he says in a hushed tone, almost as if he's afraid to interrupt the sweet moment when you fall apart around his wicked hands again.

And you do, with your eyes fluttering and a gasp that is practically musical, and Ash's heart swells with love for you. You've been amazing, perfect to toy with and wind up for his own amusement. You truly are an angel.

It doesn't stop him from kissing your tears away, and resolving to make you come at least eight times before he lets you rest for the night.

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ashleysboomstick · 1 year

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Admiring The View

(very) Short Imagine

Ash Williams x Reader

Warnings: No warnings, just ☝(admiring the view)

Ash, settled below your waist, head resting between your thighs and arms wrapped around loosely.

Panting, in a daze, Ash slowly lifts his head up to look at you. As if he's seen an angel for the first time, his eyes softened with adoration.

(I wasn't kidding on how short I was lol)

#ash williams #ash williams x you #ash williams x reader #ash williams fanfiction #ash williams imagine #ash williams fluff #ashley joanna williams #bruce campbell #evil dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash vs evil dead

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ficmesideways · 4 months

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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Ash

Imagine working with Ash and him finding out you’re actually his kid (Evil Dead)

------- Imagine -------

“Yeah, um…abut that.” You said sitting up and wiping off some of the gore from the demon you and Ash had managed to kill. Together. ‘Nothing said family bonding like killing demons.’ You smirked at the thought as Ash just looked at you confused. “It’s more like I am the daughter you did have.” You chuckled uncomfortably as Ash continued to stare at you.

“Darling, you are going to have to repeat that ‘cause my heart is jackhammering like a quarterback on prom night.” Ash said, paling by the second as he looked at you.

You shook your head and stood. “Right, maybe another time we can discuss our family dynamics, right now we have to get the hell out of here.”

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #ash williams imagine #ash vs the evil dead imagine #tw: canon typical violence #tw: blood #tw: gore

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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 6 months

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World of Shows and Movies

Being one of Ruby's spawn and in the gang (Ash Vs Evil dead)

Being From Remnant and Meeting Team Flash

Dating Vi, losing her and reuniting with her (Gender Neutral)

#male reader #female reader #masterlist #ash vs evil dead #rwby imagines #arcane imagines

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ahsgotham · 1 year

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somebody had requested a masterlist but i lost my draft as a response for it, so i’m gonna write it out here and hope they say it. these are my main interests and what characters i’ll write for, there are still tons of things not mentioned i’ll write for (such as, i’ll still write for ahs and gotham.)

i primarily write smut now, which is why i post on ao3 more, but i’ll still write sweet stuff, sad stuff, etc.

DEXTER

- dexter morgan

- debra morgan

- joey quinn

- angel batista

- rita bennett

- brian moser

- miguel prado

- travis marshall

- oliver saxon

PENNY DREADFUL

- ethan chandler

- vanessa ives

- sir malcolm murray

- dorian gray

- victor frankenstein

- brona croft

i’ve only seen up to the end of s1 so far, but i will write for dracula and jekyll in the future <3

PREACHER

- jesse custer

- tulip o’hare

- proinsias cassidy

- eccarius

- jesus

AMERICAN GODS

- shadow moon

- laura moon

- mad sweeney

- bilquis

- mr world

- tech boy

- mr wednesday

STAR WARS

- originals (han solo, luke skywalker, leia organa, boba fett, lando calrissian, darth vader)

- prequels (anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padmé amidala, bail organa)

- sequels (finn, poe dameron, general hux, rey skywalker, han solo, d.j.)

- stand-alones (cassian andor, bodhi rook, han solo, lando calrissian)

- shows (din djarin, cobb vanth, cassian andor, syril karn, obi-wan kenobi)

HORROR

for these ones there’s too many characters i’d write for to list off, so just request someone and see if i’ll write them. if not i’ll tell you.

- the scream films

- the final destination films

- the evil dead films/ash vs evil dead

- interview with the vampire (1994/2022)

- fright night (2011)

- twin peaks

- the mike flanagan-verse

HBO SHOWS

same deal as horror, rq someone and i’ll let you know

- true blood

- boardwalk empire

- six feet under

- the righteous gemstones

- band of brothers

- the sopranos

- succession

- veep

- true detective (only seen s1 so far)

MISCELLANEOUS

- anything i’ve written for previously

- sons of anarchy

- the magic mike films

- you (tv show)

- the top gun films

- scoot mcnairy characters

- mozart in the jungle

- ray donovan

- workaholics

i’m sure i’m forgetting some things, but here you go !! <3 rq and i’ll get to it. some things i might post on my ao3, ianmckinley.

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ashley-slashley · 1 year

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I'm probably the only girlfriend Ash ever had who doesn't get along with his dad and actively challenges his bullshit. Knowing Ash and how a majority of his girlfriends somehow leave him for Brock, my devotion and genuine love for Ash would definitely lead to either Brock doubling down on being a creepy sack of shit or him abandoning the endeavor of getting me in his bed. Knowing myself, I'd probably tell him to go fuck himself or die

#the shitposter daydreams #self ship #self ship community #f/o imagine #ash williams #evil dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash vs the army of darkness #evil dead regeneration #evil dead a fistful of boomstick #ash vs evil dead #evil dead the game

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ghostwoe · 5 months

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in your arms tonight

ash williams x reader

notes — this was previously posted upon my blog before i restarted it, so here’s a repost as it has been asked for!

masterlist

THE CABIN — stood tall in the woods surrounded by the mixture of dead trees and lively ones, as the sun fell down from the sky into a near maroon shade as night was slowly creeping upon the area. it looked as hell consuming as it did the very last time that ash williams had come to greet his old terror filled friend.

there was wind everywhere else inside of the woods except for the surrounding area near the wooden architecture and it made a chill run up the brunet’s back as his deep brown irises peered at the rickety old front door with a heavy familiar feeling upon his chest. said feeling made his heart slow and his body ache while his brain was reeling in the knowledge of what must come next.

no, he did not want to do this and if he had it his way, it would be him instead. not the one who he finally could find his true happiness in and someone he could truly give his full self to, only for the main reasons why he never revealed himself to others, prior to this someone, to come back full force and take away his favorite person.

the front steps creaked and groaned underneath his boots as he walked upon them as he pushed the rickety door open with the top of the shotgun in his hand. the air felt thick with loss as brown irises peered around the cabin and noticed dried blood of his previous loved ones that was dried upon the wood. out of the corner of his eye just as the sun fell down further into dusk and almost dark, he found a fresh line of blood leading towards the ancient kitchen and he felt his heart stop for a moment.

it appeared like the individual where the blood came from had been dragged and ash could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster as he slowly crept towards the kitchen. flashes echoed through his mind as he took each step and his brown irises watched the blood trail getting thicker and denser. ash silently gulped as the sky continued to fall into darkness before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“ash. . .” a weak voice called out from the area of which he was going and he paused his steps for a singular moment. Hesitation filled his mind before he shook it away and sighed deeply to himself as he knew how to play the game that was about to be laid out. a seemingly never ending chess game that always interloped with the next round, one merry-go-round that never allowed you to get off and left ash williams permanently haunted. It would never let him give peace a true chance, always at the ready to tear him apart.

“sweetheart.” ash managed in a steady tone with a hint of sweetness etched in as his irises fell upon the beaten and bloodied body of his beloved. “hi baby. . .” the voice weakly called out a proper greeting towards him as blood trailed from their mouth as their eyes were filled with such sorrow and it made ash nearly crumble onto his knees from seeing the sight of them barely holding on, solely based upon the harrowing sound coming from their chest as it hardly moved.

“i’m so sorry, i never wanted this to happen. i never wanted it to be you. i always thought this is it, you know? my final one who could bring me all the peace and happiness that cheryl once told me that i deserved. but now these fuck-uglies took you away from me and i could never apologize enough to you.” the words came out like water running down the cliff and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his brown irises, even after he had so many losses and experiences with the damned creatures.

a loud screech erupted from the body belonging to his beloved upon the ground as the body soon raised up with clunky motions before the loud echo of a shotgun being cocked had filled the air.

“til we meet again, sweetheart.” the male called out in a soft adoring tone before he aimed and took his shot as the body of his beloved jumped at him. the body fell limp with a loud thump across the wooden ground while the blown apart head rolled away from his beloved and ash felt his heart truly stop as he peered down at his partially dismembered partner, as he reached over to his right arm and started up his chainsaw.

just when he had finally thought he had escaped the hands of evil, the deadites came back as they always did and always will.

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Halloween

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Request: the wayne famuly dressing up for halloween agianst their will beecaeuse grace said so ? headcono s? sorry for the typos my phone isnt cooopperating

Warnings: vague spoilers for the film, mentions of injury

Word Count: 1158

A/N: Happy Halloween! I actually received this request months ago, not long after I finished writing convenience, but I wanted to save it for today because I knew I probably wouldn’t have time for a full Halloween celebration this year. There’s not much to this, it’s just a fun bonus chapter for a change. I actually did flip a coin for the costumes because I couldn’t choose! Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Ko-Fi

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

“Do we have to dress up?” Bruce asked, dropping down onto the sofa next to Y/N.

“You don’t want us going out trick or treating, and I can respect that with how Halloween always is in the city, but that means we have to do something at home. And even Alfred agreed to dress up if he could pick his own costume!” She shifted into his side as he opened an arm for her and angled her laptop towards him on her knees. “Which means we have to pick something.”

He sighed and pressed his lips against her temple. “What’s everyone else picked?” He raised his eyebrows as she smiled. “What?”

“Alfred is going as Dracula. I showed Grace a page of costumes and she pointed at the pumpkin dress, which I think was mainly due to the bright colour, you know because she’s two, and Dick has decided he wants to go as Batman.” She tilted her head back against his shoulder so she could watch his reaction. She was not disappointed, his lips parted and his cheeks went pink.

“Why Batman?” He said, barely above a whisper.

“Because, he’s a hero and he saves people.” She directly quoted from Dick.

“Oh.” He buried his face in her hair as his cheeks went an even darker shade of pink. “They actually sell Batman costumes? Or are you planning on building him one?”

She snorted. “I ordered him one so he can also wear it to school. Could you imagine the questions we’d get if I sent him in a completely accurate replica?”

“Yeah, that might not be the best idea.” He laughed. “So, what are our options?”

“Ash and Linda from Evil Dead, Money Heist red jumpsuits and Dali masks, Gomez and Morticia Addams, or Buttercup and Wesley from The Princess Bride.” She flicked through the tabs she had open on her laptop.

“Flip a coin?” He suggested. “Evil Dead vs Money Heist, Addams vs Princess Bride, and then flip for the winners?”

“Sounds good.”

***

“Pretty!” Grace squealed, and Y/N was unsure if she was referring to herself or to Y/N.

She chose to go with the former as she swept Grace into her arms. “Yes you are.”

Grace giggled and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck. Y/N smiled and smoothed out Grace’s pumpkin dress before straightening her headband.

“Shall we go see everyone else?”

Grace nodded enthusiastically and Y/N smiled before walking out of her and Bruce’s room. She balanced Grace on her hip and used her other hand to lift the hem of her red dress far enough off the floor so she would not trip over it while walking down the stairs.

Dick was doing a one handed hand-stand at the bottom of the stairs, his costume cape hanging around his head. “See I told you I could do it!”

“Consider me proved wrong.” Bruce said with a smile.

Y/N put Grace down as Dick flipped himself back the right way up. The Batman costume she had found was a pretty good fabric imitation, but she could point out several inaccuracies with it (not that she would ever say that out loud). Bruce’s costume was pretty accurate; black trousers, boots and shirt. It had come with a mask, but they had both decided it was probably best if he did not wear it, just in case someone got hold of the photos further down the line and drew the similarities between him and Batman.

“Black is your colour.” She said with a smile as he walked over to her.

“Red’s yours.” He said, glancing down to take in her dress.

She ran her hands over his shoulder. “Though next time, I think you should also dye your hair blond and grow a tiny moustache.”

“As you wish.” He nodded his head slightly in an imitation of Wesley and her smile grew wider.

“I don’t think the kids have any idea who we are.” She glanced back to where Grace was giggling as Dick did a cartwheel.

“I think the film is age appropriate for Dick, maybe not Grace. I’m not sure she’d like the blood.” Bruce smiled.

Y/N hummed. “You’re probably right.”

“So what’s the plan?” He asked, glancing at the minimal decorations her and Alfred had put up (the penthouse was already gothic enough without them).

“Alfred’s making bat and pumpkin cookies, we’re going to help the kids carve pumpkins, and then we’re going to watch kid appropriate Halloween films.” She told him before dropping her voice. “When are you planning on going out tonight?”

“I’ll head out after the kids go to bed. GCPD should be able to deal without me until then.” He said.

She hated that her mind flashed to the Mayor’s murder and everything that followed. It had been three years since everything with the Riddler had happened, but the city was still feeling the effects of the aftermath. Some of it had been good; everyday crime levels had dropped slightly and the last two Halloweens had been much calmer. But Falcone’s successors were starting to fill the power vacuum and reinstate most of his businesses.

“Hey.” Bruce said softly, reaching out and pulling her hand away from where it had been tracing the scar on her collarbone; she had been so far in her own thoughts that she had not noticed she was doing it.

She swallowed down the memories. “Be careful tonight.”

“I will be, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Cookies are in the oven.” Alfred said as he walked in form the kitchen. The look he gave them told them he was also thinking about three years prior.

“You make a good vampire.” Y/N smiled.

Alfred had slicked back his hair and dribbled fake blood down his chin and over one of his older white shirts. But the best part was the cape he was wearing; Y/N recognised it easily as one of the first ones she had made for Bruce, before she integrated the flight suit. From the frown on his face, she was pretty sure Bruce had recognised it as well.

“Thank you. And I must say you and Bruce make a good Wesley and Buttercup, but maybe not as much as Dick makes a good Batman and Grace makes a pumpkin.” Alfred smiled at the kids and scooped Grace up into his arms, balancing her on his good hip.

Dick gave a typical strongman pose as Grace giggled.

“Right, everyone into the drawing room, I want a family portrait!” Y/N announced.

Alfred carried Grace in as Dick started up again with the cartwheels. But Bruce caught Y/N’s arm before she could follow.

“I love you.” He said, cupping her jaw to get her to look at him.

She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

Taglist: In the reblogs

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x fem!reader #the batman #battison #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman 2022 #convenience #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #Halloween #robert pattinson

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